Hello, and welcome to another episode of nostalgic mystery radio. I'm your host, TVK, and it's my honor to bring you the radio shows of yesterday year.

For this episode, I bring you Dorothy L. Sayers is Lord Peter Wimsy, in Whose Body, which is a tale that first introduced Lord Peter to the world and sees him investigating

the case of a corpse in a batter-seed bathtub and a vanished oil millionaire. This will be a five-part

series. So sit back and relax, and I hope you enjoy this nostalgic mystery radio.

Thank you for listening. Lord Peter Whimsy. Starring Ian Carmichael as Lord Peter and Peter Jones as Bunter.

Who's body? Peter and Peter Jones as Brunter. Whose Body by Dorothy L. Says, adapted by Chris Miller in five episodes.

Episode 2, Disappearance of a Financia.

Lord Peter Whimsy is investigating the mysterious appearance of the body of a middle-aged man totally naked, except for a pair of gold Parnsnais, in the path of Mr. Thipps, a Battersea architect.

The morning after the discovery, his friend Inspector Parker, who's engaged in trying to trace a missing oil millionaire, calls round at Lord Peter's Piccadilly flat. Mr Parker, my lord. Morning, Peter. Ah, Charles, just the fellow I wanted to see. Come in, old lad, sit down. Banta, a glass of Madeira for Mr. Parker. Very good, my lord. Now then, Charles, what's all this about Sir Ruben Levy? Papers are full of it this morning. Let's look at this. Mysterious disappearance of famous financier. What's it all about? And what in heaven's name makes you think that my body in the bath is your rich and elegant businessman, eh? My fellow's a poor working chap,

who's simply been grown manicured to disguise him.

I never said I thought it was Levy, Peter.

Bunter, what did Mr. Parker say on the telephone last night?

That the gentleman in the bath would be extraordinarily like Sir Rubin

if he had a beard, my lord. Not that he was him, is he whimsy, that he was like him. No, it's Sugg who's got bitten with the idea that they're one and the same, just because they're both Hebrews. In fact, he's wildly telephoning Lady Levy to come and identify the body. And as she's abroad with the family, somebody may well step in and say that it is Sir Rubin and Sugg will build up a lovely theory like the Tower of Babel and destined so to perish. Sugg! Sugg is a beautiful brain ass. He's like a detective and a novel. The idea is preposterous. Exactly. However, what you want is the whole yarn whimsy, so let me tell you. Righty, hell. But do you mind if Bunter hears it too, an invaluable man who knows Bunter, amazing fellow with a camera. Uh, Bunter? Yes, my lord. Come and see Mr. Parker's new trick, the vanishing financier. Absolutely no deception. Hey, presto, pass, and where is he? The quickness of

the end deceives the high. Well, I'm afraid it's not much of a story so far, actually. Oh.

Well, the old chap may have cleared off for his own reasons. He disappeared yesterday morning,

the servants got alarmed as they knew he was due to attend a most important financial meeting,

some deal involving

millions. The old boys know to have enemies who just as soon the deal didn't come off.

Yesterday morning? Yes, a fool of a sergeant sat on the case for most of the day and then they called me in.

What have you found out? Well, not much, I confess. He dined the night before last with three friends at the

Ripps, and after dinner, friends went to the theatre, but he refused to go with them on account of an

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